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Poster: AltheaRose Date: Mar 26, 2011 11:07pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: The Best Saratoga Springs Show?

'83, but I'm biased, cuz that was my only time at Saratoga. Absolutely gorgeous sunshine daydreamy place, and then it dumped a wild rain, didn't it? (Or maybe I'm confusing it with Merriweather Post, but I think it rained both places and it was a thunder-and-lightning twofer.) It was like finally getting to experience Woodstock. Ok, not REALLY, I'm sure -- 30,000 or whatever isn't exactly half a million -- but still!

Incidentally, for anyone who happens to be a history buff, particularly CW era, Saratoga has an incredibly rich past. In the mid-19th c, folks who could afford it would leave the hot cities during the summer and basically spend several months going from resort to resort. For young people, it was a rolling party.

The stereotype of the 19th c is "stuffy," but if you read the popular magazines of the time -- which I'm bizarre enough to collect, LOL -- that's definitely not how they thought of things then. They're full of references to young people who just want to party until dawn and whose parents, who weren't so old themselves (moms of teens were often in their late 30s), would let them run wild and unchaperoned at places like ... Saratoga.

They'd pack their hippest clothes* in what were called "Saratoga trunks" and spend the summer on a kind of spa tour. Two or three months of midnight meals, picnics, champagne, hanging out in the "revitalizing" country air, and dancing all night to bands.

* hippest clothes:

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Poster: Judge TOOTMO Date: Mar 28, 2011 8:33am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: The Best Saratoga Springs Show?

Excelletn post, AR. And, thanks for the link.

I'm very temporally-aware as I continue to age. One thing I notice now is that the parents of schoolmates of my youngest child are comparatively a whole lot younger than me than the parents of my oldest child's schoolmates were, i.e., now I'm forty-something and the others are the twenty-somethings.

And, the things I thought were important for my oldest child to learn outside the classroom are not the same things that I now teach my youngest.

Of course, getting older beats the alternative.